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Feelings cold as ice, |
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I never, never think twice |
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Hunting down my prey - they die |
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Cross my line of death and there's nothing else left |
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Any way you choose - you lose |
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Architect of pain, deadly is my middle name |
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And I'm living proof - crime pays |
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I'm a psychopath and |
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I create the aftermath |
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That sets the sun forever - on you |
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Haven't you figured out it open season? |
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I'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason |
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Running like a frightened little rabbit would run |
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I won't be satisfied |
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Until you're nullified |
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Before my eyes |
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Intoxicating |
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Invigorating |
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It's open season on you |
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Calling the police and |
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I'm gonna pull my piece |
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Your heart's gonna cease - to beat |
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Just look in my eye, black as pitch to horrify |
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You can scream and cry - goodbye |
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It may never last and |
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I blame it on the past |
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Being told to kill - at will |
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Shivers down my spine when the victim is all mine |
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You begin to beg - for help |
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Haven't you figured out it open season? |
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I'll track you down and kill you for no apparent reason |
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Running like a frightened little rabbit would run |
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I won't be satisfied |
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Until you're nullified before my eyes |
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Intoxicating, invigorating |
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It's open season on you |
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Go ahead and run, the chase is always fun |
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But the kill is the icing on the cake |
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A curtain of red from my hailstorms of lead |
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Will rain on you as you die |
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Your face will be spewing chunks of bloody ruin |
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Your baby face will be a gory mask |
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My personal crusade is to see that you are flayed |
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And my hunting knife will complete the task |